We met in the city
where thousands have before.
By flower carts and souvenirs
and cobbled streets of yore.
The musky scent of vanilla
filled the space around you.
My heart beat fast, for once again,
I had found you.
We coupled our hands,
a rare and special treat.
Must have been floating,
swept off our feet.
Giggled and smiled
over tales recent and old.
Held our breath in anticipation
about plans to unfold.
Remarked at our shadows.
How they made a good team.
Good night, my love.
I’ve already had my dream.
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